Series: Hobble Gobble
Title: Late
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns BtVS, USA owns Psych
Summary: Five Thanksgiving encountersbecause I have nothing better to do.
Words: 213
A/N: Sadly, I usually am.

Late

She was a scary little blonde devil, he was convinced. She glared up at him, her arms crossed aggressively across her chest and she looked ready to hurt him. Gus hung back behind him, afraid of the wrath of Khan, er, his cousin Buffy. His cousin Dawn only shook her head sadly at him from where she was in the kitchen with Henry.

"Were you physically harmed?"

"Uh, no, but I have a feeling I might be."

"Were you stranded without the use of a telephone?"

"No, but I might have been out of my service area."

"Were you kidnapped?"

"Not this week."

"Then what excuse do you have for being two hours late to Thanksgiving dinner and missing Uncle Henry's fabulous cooking, you ingrate?"

"It's all Guss fault," Shawn backed away from his menacing little cousin.

"Shawn!" Gus smacked him, equally afraid of the wrath of Buffy.

"Bull. It's your fault," Buffy gave Gus a small smile. "Gus, we saved you a plate in the oven. You can go eat it."

"Thank you, Buffy."

"Not a problem."

"Well, if that's all, I'm gonna -" Shawn started to say before Buffy yanked him into the kitchen behind her.

"No, you're not. You're gonna wash the dishes and then maybe well let you eat."